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702 · Jul 2016
Colorblind
Stephan Jul 2016
.

Blinded by a
Lack of leadership
Alone on a silent
Corner watching
Kindness take
A back seat as
Needless prejudice
Drives hate
Why does it always
Have to be
Insisted that we
Take sides,
Either…or
700 · Jul 2016
Deep within the lyrics
Stephan Jul 2016


The closest thing I know to love
Is something I am thinking of
In every sorted worry that my mind decides to share

While drinking heavy in the past
Inside the shadows I now cast
The bottom of the bottle lets me know I am aware

Collecting on a shouldered score
Finding it is nothing more
Than voiced in my confessions of imaginary scenes

Reaching for a photograph
Searching for its aftermath
Tuning off the station in the middle of my dreams

The fury of this drunken bliss
Reminds me of your tender kiss
And ever since I felt it, it is something that I long

For in the end this fairy tale
Reminds me of my quest to fail
Deep within the lyrics of some broken hearted song
700 · May 2016
Why is the sky crying?
Stephan May 2016
.
*Just staring out the window
Watching patterns dance upon asphalt
Hypnotized by the rhythm
As the rain keeps pouring down
Dripping in a steady stream from the roof eaves
Forming puddles on the once dry surface
Running off to some unknown location
Absorbed by the earth
And I wonder - why is the sky crying?
Then I look in my heart and see you are not there
And I understand
694 · Sep 2016
Silent tears
Stephan Sep 2016

The night sky seems darker
as stardust teardrops
fall silently as if mourning
the passing of the day

And as I stare upward
I notice the crescent moon
is frowning with me
as my tears too fall silently
692 · Aug 2016
Under moonlight glow
Stephan Aug 2016


Iridescent dreamers
Whispered stardust shine
After hours romance
Nestled twilight time

Till the break of morning
Touching silken skin
Only of this moment
Made for us again

All around the bed sheets
Kisses fan the fire
Every known emotion
Lips on moist desire

Open arms of passion
Voided self restrain
Ecstasy’s attraction
Tasted sweet refrain

Of these heated motions
Yours I long to know
Overflow seduction
Under moonlight glow
690 · Sep 2016
Straight to my heart
Stephan Sep 2016
.

She called while driving

needing directions
I offered my assistance

I smiled when she said I was the best
personal GPS ever

then she smiled when she realized

all of my directions
were leading her

straight to my heart
Compact Poem Series
687 · Aug 2016
Every day Senryu
Stephan Aug 2016
.

Daydreaming of you
is the very best part of
my every day
683 · Jul 2016
Smiling in dawn’s desires
Stephan Jul 2016


Gently resting
on morning glory visions
climbing up a weathered fence post,
strong and sturdy
Clinging vines and barbed wire…
blue lace dreams greet the sun

And as you arise from your slumber
smiling in dawn’s desires,
blooming before my waiting eyes,
I find the fragrance of my heart
tenderly whispers…

“I love you”
681 · Jun 2016
True beauty
Stephan Jun 2016
.

*As I sit watching
boats slowly meander
atop a blue morning glory lake,
white sails tickling soft yawning clouds,
a majestic tree line silhouettes
the distant horizon,
reflecting mirrored images
beyond sandy shores and driftwood
where ripples lazily
make their way to the edge
and dragonflies relax on cattails
swaying in the gentle breeze

I reach into my pocket
pulling out a photograph of you
Your smile still captivates me
as my broken heart aches,
missing you, missing us
realizing that regardless of what
I might see in front of me,
the splendor nature provides
with her ever changing vistas,
the only true beauty in my world
I once again hold sadly
in my hands
680 · Sep 2016
And the sun shines again
Stephan Sep 2016
.

As I count crows
sitting on the clothesline
I see a shape in the distance
that I do not recognize
I move a little closer
but the ash trees bring a sad shade
and the lawn flashes its blades,
cutting directly to the heart
in syncopated beatings
like chopping wood in August
when the last saw
is locked away in the shed

I wipe the sweat from my brow
with a scarf scented of past evenings
chasing fireflies and drinking iced tea,
foggy memories in place of
bi-focals smeared and blurred,
unable to focus on the sticker burrs
pulled from my socks,
hanging on for dear life,
let alone the figure approaching
just past the produce stand with
apples and aspargus in season

Still I look,
peering beyond a fractured arbor
of beer bottle skeletons
situated at the far corner
of nowhere’s homestead, off-white pickets
and a rusted gate now
overgrown and over sown
in rows of corn field miseries,
shucked and burned in a steel barrel
down by the mud creek minstrels
playing broken strings
and bent tubas

When I realize it is you
coming home to me,
walking through the sunflowers,
an effervescent blue sky background glows,
roses bloom in pinks and yellows,
robins tend to their young
beneath a rainbow of blessings
in assorted hues and feathers
as what was once what I dreamed
now slowly becomes what I see,
returning to its former beauty
and the sun shines again
678 · Jul 2016
Blushing Dunes
Stephan Jul 2016
.

*You dove into my passion's dew
oceans gyrated forcefully,
taking the breath from the shore
where pristine sands came to glisten
leaving behind sea foam footprints
on blushing dune’s desires
hidden from tide’s ebb and flow
for me to follow . . .to you
Stephan Sep 2016
.

Sluggish, my eyes barely focus,
headlights seem faint
through this cracked windshield
in heavy traffic, bending lanes
with detour signs collecting travelers
like gas station snow globes,
displayed in between blurred white lines

Monstrous *** holes shake me awake
from the thoughts crawling
deep within a weary mind,
a casualty of a night to forget
which will not soon be forgotten
as digital numbers, glaring red
catch my eye and I see . . . 5:38 am

Darkness instantly engulfs the cab of this truck,
dash lights cringe and flash hypnotically,
out of round tires draw skid marks
on a lonely winding pavement
As my feet fall through the floor boards,
scraping on glass shard encrusted asphalt
bleeding beyond the speed limit

White knuckles grip the wheel
while doors become giant guillotines,
slashing at faux leather seats,
exposing rancid foam leaking
battery acid on the engine’s severed heads
Everything begins to spin, losing control,
as I finally screech to a halt at a stubborn traffic light

When I glance to my right and I see her,
singing along with her radio,
more beautiful than any song I’ve ever heard
She notices me staring and smiles,
then rolls down her window and blows me a kiss,
I roll down mine as she points to a little coffee shop
and says, “Care to join me?”  I nod in agreement

I once again catch a glimpse of the clock . . . 5:39 am,
but suddenly time no longer matters
I know most won't even understand what this means, but I needed to face this and try to write it out of me.  Thank you for reading.
675 · Jun 2016
Static
Stephan Jun 2016
.

Scattered wavelengths
from a worn out speaker
cracking with each unbalanced bass note
Finding my brain on overload
and a slower heart beat
out of tune

Static the union,
tuning dial gone, volume at high
glowing in the corner of cobweb melodies
lingering on a distant shelf
now sinking lower in this
roadside armchair

An empty bottled fortress
collects the pain at my feet
glass brown soldiers stand,
bottle cap mementos flip
like dancing beans on a folding table
painted Dos Equis green at El Mercado

One more for the road
a staggering venture
along crooked dotted lines, weaving nonsense
two at a time, smirking
snickering like a prideful ending
mimicking the way

Still the static, white noise,
foaming seas on wavelength casualties
and the trees cry, when birdsong of night
haunts with a sound
interrupting the dance
of the beer container guards
and I tap a painful toe
672 · Aug 2016
Shadows of night
Stephan Aug 2016

If one breath could put out the flame of a candle,
set full ablaze by the fire in your eyes
Let me not breathe any more than is needed,
expressing affection in soft whispered sighs

Basking within every gleam it is sharing,
here as we’re nearing the end of the day
Praying it burns till the morning sun rises,
showing your smile in its perfect display

For as the shadows of night are approaching,
bringing the heavens a darkened embrace
I shall be using the light of this candle,
to shine it’s glow on your beautiful face
665 · Sep 2016
Changing directions...
Stephan Sep 2016
.

Here on this plain
where my footprints leave
outlines of past travels
and predict forecasts of coming attractions,
I change directions...

I head towards the horizon,
a straight line along this
wayward life,
that imaginary boundary between
then and now,
one foot after the other
seeking...

a different path’s calling,
beckoning my stride,
leading where
shadows disperse and
sunlight fulfills promises
of all that this
life, our destiny has to
offer...
664 · Sep 2016
Tuning fork echoes
Stephan Sep 2016


Alone in a sonnet he sings to no one,
pouring his life in a thimble
Sheet music saplings unfold in the sun,
melodies eager and nimble

Carving a song in the rock at his feet,
tempos of Saturday’s season
Lyrics he’s written but can not repeat,
sadness a part of the reason

Clouded concertos amass in the sky,
metronome thunderstorms grumble
Holding his breath as he fears he might cry,
deaf as the harmonies crumble

Tuning fork echoes that weep on the wind,
listening for what they are saying
Unrecognizable only to him,
breaking this heart he is playing
664 · May 2016
Still only one shadow
Stephan May 2016
.

A green park bench
and my shadow

slanted to the field
watching pigeons form a heart shape
among clover and dandelion

seeding my thoughts
on a steady breeze

lovers walk holding hands
swinging arms and bracelets
happy go lucky feet
flip flops and sneakers

and I toss popcorn
stale but they don’t care
(I didn’t like the movie)
fine feathered friends

A green park bench
still only one shadow
wishing there were two
663 · Aug 2016
My Heartbeat
Stephan Aug 2016


Can you hear it,
soft on window pane whispers,
floating in sunrise shadows,
smooth as fountains flowing,
drifting in and out of silence,
pouring internal meanings,
rhythmic wishes

Blushed in muted tones,
standing in a rainbow’s arch,
drenched of weeping welcomes,
singing sweet praises
moving in metered time
to your wondrous love,
can you hear it?
663 · Sep 2016
On any given day
Stephan Sep 2016


It’s funny how the world does spin
an ever turning way
To bring the sun and then the moon
on any given day

With hours steady passing by
they start and then they end
As if in the blink of an eye
to come around again

But then at times it slows a bit
to down below a crawl
As if the earth is standing still
and doesn’t move at all

The skies just sit there lingering
so calm above your head
When suddenly your heart is filled
by something that she said

A smile forms upon your face
your pulse a rapid beat
As breathing quickly slips away,
now weak upon your feet

It’s funny how the world does spin
an ever turning way
Until she whispers “I love you”
on any given day
661 · May 2016
Beneath the umbrella
Stephan May 2016
.

Beyond the border of withering dreams,
blue skies and ribbons played as
poolside wishes slept in the cabana

Winter followed the guards
while north of here braced for another
stranger to walk through the gate

Beauty sat on the rim waiting for
dark features of sun tanned wisdom
to sing sonnets of warmer climates

But the intense glare of a protective sun
blinded her ability to see as her pina colada
melted and ice formed in her eyes

Nothing left now but a shadow walking
beneath the umbrella shading her fading smile
as summer came and went without even a wink
Stephan Jul 2016


Will you love me this evening
where moon beams are glowing
and fireflies play
under stars shining bright

Neath evergreens swaying
while crickets are chirping
and warm summer breezes
make everything right

Far beyond the horizon
as city lights flicker
enchanting our view
on these amethyst skies

Will you love me this evening
alone here together
and love me again
in the morning sunrise
660 · Apr 2016
It’s all in the lighting
Stephan Apr 2016
The makeup mirror held a frayed frown
I recognized from earlier in the day
brought about by a thin film of reason
spun on needles and thread

Carried off by thimbling fingers
clicking and clacking
(annoying as hell)

Costumes are over-sized and under-cut
Scenery drips like cardboard in the rain
Lights, camera, reaction
is printed in bold lines read aloud

While the director has lunch,
cucumber sandwiches and hot toddies

Shows are cancelled due to fame
when the actor’s favorite color
doesn’t even have a matching fabric
woven into the script

There is never a happy ending
when sadness is sewn into the scenes
660 · Sep 2016
My mind it thinks
Stephan Sep 2016


My mind it thinks of so many things,
of happy times its known
Directly into my heart it sings
in thoughts that I am shown

When I’m alone and I close my eyes,
it wanders here and there
Through sunny days of the bluest skies,
the sunsets we did share

It shows me daily your gorgeous smile
that takes my breath away
Your eyes reflecting a moonlit style
in glistening display

Your tender arms as they hold me tight,
to never let me go
And kissing you on a summer night,
I shouldn't tell you so

It takes me places that we have been,
the laughter and the fun
Where passion bloomed of our touching skin,  
the two of us as one

Those quiet moments of whispered dreams,
our longing wants for more
Forever flowing on endless streams
with one who I adore

It hears your voice as it tells my heart
our love will never die
It also knows that we are apart
and those thoughts make me cry

My mind it thinks of so many things
as I have penned above
But each day all that it wants to think
is how much you I love
659 · Apr 2016
Deaf ears
Stephan Apr 2016
And if it needed to be
I would have done so
Regardless of obstacles
or another’s point of view

Locked doors matter not
Detours mean nothing
Armed guards, whatever

Opportunities ignored
out of respect for wishes,
happily

For me to dance
is to hear the music
playing inside of you
and I do because I listen
to yours

Do you ever listen to mine?
Stephan May 2016


*Without you,
I would not be -

me

Thank you Mom
654 · May 2016
Ripping my sanity
Stephan May 2016
.

Here in the pit of a sanctified cavern
Vacancy fills every pore of my soul
Grasping at walls made of stone, cut and jagged
Tearing my flesh as my fingers inscroll
Carving a poem of granite intentions
Phrases of love fall as dust to the floor
Evidence trailing in breaths hardly reasoned
Nothing to rhyme as I lose so much more
Drowning in questions while heavens are bleeding
Puddles of crimson abound at my feet
Shoveling dreams in a creviced delusion
Sunk in the mud till I can not retreat
Loneliness shouts in the stillness demeaning
Echoing chambers deplete in my heart
Calling my name which I now have forgotten
Ripping my sanity cleanly apart
Clutching my hands of the blisters now forming
Pain wreaks its havoc beneath severed skin
This is my fate, an abyss never fading
Bring on the end for I’m lost once again
653 · May 2016
There will be you
Stephan May 2016
.

*Even though I do my best,
you are always right here
by my side gently caressing
my thoughts with wonder,
bringing desires to my mind
in poetic whispers cast upon
the continuous ripples rapidly forming
with every breath I take

Mornings still bring the sunrise
in multicolored shades of how I feel,
reaching for that lost love,
silently floating like indigo dreams
just beyond my grasp
I still want, with every ounce,
every movement, every hope

I am still being told
I long for what I can not have,
that elusive bloom at the peak of the arbor,
honeysuckle beauty washing down upon me,
fragrant reminders of a time before
when your petals gathered at my heart
in a bouquet of nectar scented affection

And try as I like it is of no use,
my mind holds you, desperately dreaming
in echoed wishes and twilight longings
which never seem to end, for I know,
as long as there are sunrises,
honeysuckle breezes and poetry -
there will be you
652 · Aug 2016
It hasn't stopped
Stephan Aug 2016


How can it be
that my heart can't stop singing
Songs in the key
of this passion I feel

Happiness floats
on these words written for you
Melodies heard
of affection so real

You are the song
that enchants my desire
Softly the music
drifts down from above

How can it be
that my heart can't stop singing
It hasn't stopped
since it felt your sweet love
652 · May 2016
No tomorrow
Stephan May 2016
-
I watched the sun setting
as another ending had arrived
Then I wondered what
tomorrow would bring
Until the dark clouds settled
and I realized that
the fading horizon was us -
there will be no tomorrow
652 · Aug 2016
A big heart in the sand
Stephan Aug 2016


Beyond the weary water line
alone in quelled explore
These footprints lead uncharted miles,
the first of many more

To wander in a time once known,
reflective worries gleam
In sand dune wishes washed away
and thoughts of what they mean

This setting sun shall rise again,
bring mornings to their due
Softer shades to paint the way
hypnotic scenes to view

While on this beach of moon lit swirls
I count each star above
These tiny lights of missing you,
still glisten of our love

When now this silent vacant space,
misplaced of harmony
Where shadows play of times before
and what this world could be

Sitting here these shifting sands,
my heart does swim the tide
Ebb and flow desires sung,
of tear drops cast aside

When there a distant light appears,
so deep within my stare
A silhouette of fantasy
approaching glistened flair

I rub my eyes, once blurry, cleared
for this that I now see
Along a coast of sea foam dreams,
you walking here to me

To take me swift into your arms
dark eyes to meet my gaze
Longing for the past returned
of brighter sunny days

With lips afire on my own
and rapid pulses pace
The glow of evening’s summer light
awash upon your face

I watch as you proceed to draw
a big heart in the sand
Encompassing the two of us
within it we now we stand

Lulled of curved horizon’s smile,
immersed this blushing sky
Drenched in breaths of only you
and every sultry sigh

With midnight song and passion’s bliss
we stroll again this sea
Like waves that fall our endless strand
forever, you and me
651 · Aug 2016
On a silent nightscape
Stephan Aug 2016

As twilight sighs
neath moon shadow patterns,
my longing heart beats
in perfect cadence
with the universe,
creating constellations
on a silent nightscape
shimmering luminously
of my love for her
Ok, just one.  : )
650 · Sep 2016
Heaven has found me
Stephan Sep 2016


On silver wings glistening
in June’s final sun
above feathered clouds,
wispy visions floating,
my heart races excitedly,
faster than any wind
rushing outside this small window
for I know below awaits
my promised destiny

Northern destinations,
sit just across the border
along a shoreline of desire
where silent sands
await our footprints,
collected in patterns of love
two at a time
leading to a paradise discovered
within yearning smiles

A year or more has passed,
though it seems only yesterday
when the flower of love bloomed,
scented longings flittering,
written on garden paths leading
to this hour as I unpack,
checking my watch,
constantly glancing towards an
unknowing door

Nervously listening…
every sound in the corridor
becomes an image in my mind,
butterflies gather in
a winged frenzy fluttering
deeply inside of me
as I pace the floor, searching
for the perfect words to say,
poetic or not


When comes a timid knock,
my heart skips a beat
and my pulse runs anxious
I open the door to find a beauty
so pure and mesmerizing
the world around me no longer exists,
replaced by an enchanting melody
I am desperate to sing yet
in this moment I can not speak

I melt into chocolate caramel eyes
as breath escapes me like
ochre and umber leaves falling
to a chilly autumn breeze and
I feel as weak, my knees quiver
as my gaze falls to her rose petal lips
and I can no longer contain myself,
I kiss her, deeply, passionately,
slowly drowning in euphoric bliss

Heaven has found me,
touched me, called me
as my lips caress those of an angel
and I float, deliriously
holding her in my arms
completely lost in the rapture of
realizing that finally
my forever dream
has come true
A poem about one of the best days in my life. At least I have the memories and that is something that can never be taken away from me.
Stephan Aug 2016


I picked a site and pitched my tent,
alone among the trees
The sun was bright, a perfect view,
a sweetly scented breeze

I sat awhile to just relax,
taking in the scene
A warm wind blew across my face,
the feeling so serene

My eyes closed for a minute
when I heard the strangest sound
As if someone was singing,
it was floating all around

I found a path and made my way,
didn’t seem to have a choice
The song it was enchanting me,
hypnotic was the voice

I snuck among the evergreens,
not a sound my steps did make
Till I clearing I did find
along a pristine lake

When then I saw her splashing
in the waters by the shore
My eyes had never seen such beauty
anywhere before

Her hair a glowing shade of brown,
her eyes a burbon gleam
A smile brighter than the sun,
it glistened like a dream

She didn’t see me standing there,
leaning on a tree
I grabbed a stone and skipped it
hoping somehow she would see

Turning as she noticed me,
a startled look she wore
Then dove beneath the surface
in the waters by the shore

I watched the ripples that she made,
their pattern moving slow
I waited for a while
wondering where this girl did go

I soon became quite nervous,
fearing something bad was wrong
And jumped into the water
where she sang her wondrous song

I didn’t see her anywhere,
my heart began to break
Nothing now but silence
I was hearing on this lake

And then I saw some movement
from the corner of my eye
Her head popped from the water
as I fought the urge to cry

She looked at me so funny
while her head turned side to side
I whispered, “Hi, are you okay?
I thought you might have died”

She laughed but didn’t say a word,
my smile quickly grew
When then she was right next to me
and suddenly I knew

This woman that I found today
while following a trail
I now know is a mermaid
as I see her shimmered tail

Its beauty captivated me,
my pulse began to race
Before I even caught my breath
she was right up in my face

She leaned in close and kissed me,
it was such a magic feel
Her lips were soft as morning dew
how could this all be real

She reached below the surface
and retrieved a golden shell
She placed it in my pocket,
I was captured by her spell

We swam all day until the sun
was setting in the west
She never spoke but when she sang
my heart beat through my chest

When one more time she kissed me
and my head began to whirl
I watched now as she swam away
the ripples they did swirl

I was feeling very dizzy
like I could just barely stand
My body oh so heavy
as I made it to dry land

I lay there on the coastline,
shivers raced across my skin
When suddenly I woke up
in my campsite once again

I shook my head and realized
it all had been a dream
I slept most of the day away
at least that’s how it seemed

The stars now twinkled in the sky,
a shining moon above
And what I saw was in my mind,
it wasn't true, this love

When suddenly I felt it,
once again my heart did swell
I reached into my pocket
and produced the golden shell

I guess it really happened
and the kisses felt were real
I've never been so happy
as this joy that I now feel

My lips began to tingle
as they formed into a grin
I can’t wait till tomorrow
to go swimming once again

Because I know I love her,
she’s the one that I adore
And soon we’ll be together
in the waters by the shore
I know, it's probably too long, I guess I got carried away. :)
648 · May 2016
All will be free
Stephan May 2016
.

*I’m a believer
that time is a healer,
words speak the truth
and the sun always shines

Lost will be found
if the seeker is willing
to hold out his hand
as he follows the signs

Wrong can be right
when it carries affection
though pulling apart
everything you have known

Just like a seed
that is planted in springtime,
a flower will bloom
of the joy you have sown

Oceans are small
with the perfect connection
and distance is short
if the promise is peace

Love is the song
that the world should be singing,
arms open wide
so that hatred might cease

Whatever comes
there is always a reason,
lift up your eyes
and I’m sure you will see

There is no difference
we’re in this together,
love one another
and all will be free
Stephan Aug 2016
...

There on the corner it stands
Black thicket jacket
Tightly fitted nightmare
Hemmed in borderline madness

Dancing on a fractured curb
Slightly off balance
But never falling as its prey
Watches on, hypnotized

Wavered movements
In sprayed graffiti howls
Wrench a stoic moon
Against fevered night skies

A coin is tossed,
Shining under the streetlight
Rotating on its edge
Carved lines fluctuate

As steak dinner lockets
Hang around the alley
Whistling at red painted fingernails
Leaning in open car windows

Waste finds its place here
Among the silent, the grey
Brick faced contractors
Belly up for the feast

Table cloth capes
Splattered with last week’s gravy
Brown stains sliding past
Iron gate exits

Yet there is no exit
No entrance, no sidewalk
Or city street to sleep in
Cardboard box condos

In this realm nothing exists but it,
Clutching the unsuspecting
Drinking fear on the rocks
Icy glares in frozen glass

So, wander if you will
Past the crow’s stare
Beady eyes searching
A crooked pathway, and you will see

There on the corner it stands
646 · Aug 2016
Her eyes
Stephan Aug 2016


Her eyes are the sunrise
that beckons my day
Welcoming butterflies
back out to play

Autumn leaves floating
on breezes divine
Chocolate pie whispers,
the sweetest design

Nightshade ambrosia
in moonbeam delight
Stardust the heavens
have sprinkled tonight

Oceans of wishes,
desire and love
Angelic moments
sent down from above

Her eyes are each evening
the sun has gone down
Mysteries tinted
a soft shade of brown

Midnight seduction
of sensual tone
Three AM kisses
when I am alone

Dark velvet lullabies
softly to stare
Sending me dreams
that my heart longs to share

Beauty a float on
these warm summer skies
That's what I see
when I look in her eyes
Stephan May 2016
.

The front yard of her home,
no white picket fence
just a cement curb separates
where she sat with the Crayolas,
she received last year when she turned seven,
63 to be exact
(the umber one lost under her bed months ago)

A hot sunny day,
colored wax puddles blend
with butterflies floating
and tiger lilies swaying like an orange banner
at the VFW parade

The ice cream truck sings in bells,
displaying pink cones
and rainbow push-ups,
but she is not in the giggling line,
dollars stretched for treats

The summer breeze flips the pages
of the mother goose coloring book
Images blur together as fairy tales
fly by, waving farewell
while her impression in the soft green grass
slowly disappears

Red eyes droop on sagging skin
her worried mother can’t breathe,
calling her name in coarse tones,
repeating, hoping, repeating
as another slate gray day passes
in her shattered world
of melted crayons
and lost innocence
645 · Sep 2016
Beneath September skies
Stephan Sep 2016


Ecstasy calls,
soft of falling leaf echoes
Passion ignites
within moon shadow sighs
Sensual dreams
flutter autumn desires
Lost in your love
beneath September skies
644 · Aug 2016
Time to smile
Stephan Aug 2016


Even in this darkness, her darkness,
when a moonless sky
preaches fear from a pulpit of shadows
pointing elongated fingers

and walls crumble
into a rubble strewn alleyway
with graffiti issues, spray painted threats
on frantic facades dripping

As common sense
hides in sealed envelopes
addressed but not delivered
to neighborhoods in need

while self professed wanderers
linger on sidewalks of
washed out hopscotch scenes
by a raincloud that never seems to stop  

Her beauty shines
in effervescent streams
illuminating a photograph, poetry
and a kind word from quivering lips

caressing my eyes
in watercolor enchantments
and pastel pleasures,
showing me it is not what, but who

For this darkness is hers,
weighted thoughts on soft shoulders
binding wrists in tethered worries,
draining dreams from casted wishes

as regrets rip at the fabric,
folding seams in crooked stitches,
her heart beats to outrun the pain
and still she finds time to smile,  for me
Stephan Aug 2016

The sunrise
may be beautiful,
awash across the
dawning skies
Though morning for me
won’t begin
until you open up
your eyes

For then the beauty
that I see
will start my day
in perfect view
As nothing is
more beautiful
than mornings spent
in love with you
642 · Aug 2016
Me
Stephan Aug 2016
Me
.

Without you, I would still be me,
just not the me that I want to be
641 · May 2016
Tiny problems
Stephan May 2016
.
*It is on days like this
I am reminded
that my problems
are tiny compared
to those of others
639 · May 2016
Disappearing ink
Stephan May 2016
.

*I have written a dozen messages now
(probably more, no definitely more)
I word each one as carefully as I can,
telling you how much I miss you,
how lonely my days have been,
how I am doing ok (not really)
and I hope you are too,  
only to get to the bottom, the final line,
and typing out, I...well you know,
then stare at the screen and
think about it for a few minutes
before hitting delete…

wishing each time I did
it was me that disappeared
635 · Aug 2016
Right before my eyes
Stephan Aug 2016

Violets sing
in the sweet fragrance
of your smile

Their beauty
enriched by
the perfect blossom
that is you

Scented illusions
float on whispered
winds carrying silent
wishes of love to
my heart

As I sit here in awe
of everything
that is you,
blooming right
before my eyes
634 · Sep 2016
Mine has arrived first
Stephan Sep 2016
.

The sun still sleeps

as a dark horizon waits

for the
light of its morning

to illumine its world in beauty,

when I see your eyes open
and realize

mine has arrived first
Compact Poem Series
631 · Aug 2016
Lilies on a water line
Stephan Aug 2016


Always in my dreams
does this endless fashion flow
When lilies on a water line
bloom in soft colors and ivory whispers
Pushing waves to the shoreline,
where your beauty rests on the warm sand

Caressed by a summer breeze, wispy and cool,
my mind wanders to this place,
beyond the reach of sound
and melodic glances,
singing of this that I feel

Lyrics follow your foot prints,
along the border of desire and hazelnut eyes
painted upon my mind in flavors so intoxicating
As if I have touched you, your skin, like saffron wings
lifting me to an unspoiled solitude

I imagine kissing you, tenderly, for the first time
suspended from a cloud
as my feet refuse to find the earth,
in sight of passion’s grip, wound by silken web
as I melt deeply into your lips

A sensual coast binds us, take us
to enchanting vistas beyond weathered dunes
where we become one, lost within the depths,
pulled by ecstasy’s undertow, drowned in breathless sighs
and salt water moans echoing
along a blushing horizon
    
Fingers entwined, blurred visions become fog
as only two claim this stretch
of beach as our own
Silhouettes among the crowds of peach and burgundy umbrellas,
tending their towels and tan lines,
oblivious to this love I’ve dreamt awake from miles away

My heart exhales as
sandcastles flee the coming tide and
seashells recall lullabies while
shaded by a setting sun’s drizzling heated plumes
vibrantly along the line that steals your eyes
and I fade, slowly back to where I am,
hoping my dreams are your dreams too
Stephan May 2016
.

*Choking on the laughter
that has run away to hide
Putting on a braver face
than what I feel inside

Blaming every tear drop
on the allergies I keep
Drowning in a puddle
only seven inches deep

Staring at the distance,
never seeing past the gate
Coming up with reasons
though I know it is too late

Pretending I am happy
like there’s nothing that I need
Writing her a poem
that I doubt she’ll ever read

Smiling with the sadness
so they don’t know it is there
Walking in a dance step
as if I am Fred Astaire

Waking every morning
with a sunset point of view
Acting like I’m still in love,
when I can’t be, without you
626 · May 2016
Too young
Stephan May 2016
.

Fevered the winds on a shadow bled morning
A heart lies in pieces now slung to the path
Fractured are dreams of our yesterday questions
The waiting in stages, a long aftermath

Photographed wishes in frames on the mantle
Ashes below are the same as before
Dousing the flame while a child is missing
Charred are the matchsticks of news brokered war

Staring aloft as the moon freezes over
Memories counted abort the night sky
Falling on tears of the words never-ending
Oh can’t you see, they were too young to die
626 · May 2016
My heart seeks
Stephan May 2016
.

*In this dark, soft, silent sky
where starlight teardrops weep
in moon glow feathered sonnets,
my heart seeks. . .

clinging to every hope,
laced of tiny shimmered dreams
now filtered through weary eyes
and worried sighs

Collecting each moment shared
within my weathered hands, mixed
with the essence of maple
and snow flakes

woven together in northern patterns,
colorful arcs on distant horizons
bidding me a good evening while
riding in on a hovering mist

As another tear paints my cheek
in transparent worry
and desperate longing for that day
when happiness finds you,

for that is my endless wish,
behind tufted clouds of life,
touching me with poetic joy,
allowing me to breathe freely

For here I stand,
eternally gazing upward,
scanning the heavens
for that elusive glistening  

in this dark, soft, silent sky
where starlight teardrops weep
in moon glow feathered sonnets,
as my heart seeks . . . your smile
626 · Sep 2016
Dark Conclusion
Stephan Sep 2016
.
I drove the spike
that bent the spine,
the screaming left me
at the turnstile
without exact change
and late for the sunset

Slippery tracks added
to the conceit
while the homeless
decorate sidewalks
in spray paint Monets
leaking onto the curb

Cardboard memories
create hardships
in perforated nightmares,
paying cost for something broken
and calling it a bargain

When the conductor signals
a left turn on a straight run
creasing the
permanent press avenue

And billboards say “god is not dead”
until their contract runs out
and the labels
are peeled
for good

Still I stand here
holding the hammer,
swinging between the rafters
in this life after death
revelry

on any night
of the week
that brings each moment
to a dark conclusion
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